So, I'm in college, right? And college students are notorious for getting themselves in trouble on the weekends. I have to say, I have never felt more forever alone than on a weekend at Mary Baldwin. All of my friends are going home for the weekend. Their boyfriends/girlfriends/families come to see them. They go downtown in large groups and go to dinner and parties and movies together. And here I am, sitting in the art studio, staring at a sheet of expensive paper and a selection of drawing materials as if they will somehow magically make beautiful things appear if I look long enough. I have no life, but that's okay.
I hate being burnt out like this on a project. I love to draw, to create something two-dimensional that is as beautiful if not more so than the 3D object that inspired it. There it is! Inspired. There's no inspiration right now. Only a fear of failing, of not being good enough, of messing it all up and having to start over again. That has to be it. But why? I know I can, I know I want to, but somehow I just can't. And it's due Monday. This is not good. Will somebody please tell me what to do? I need a studio buddy for moral support..... Any volunteers?